|The students are writing a poem.
First, Frank held up a purple balloon
and asked them what they saw.
Not a purple balloon, but what the purple balloon
wooed them to see.
A sunset. A giant grape. A happy raindrop.
|Here he is coaxing creativity out of them.
When he asked the students to share what poetry is like,
one girl said (and I love this)
“Poetry is like music. It is not a song, but it sings to you.”
|Writing a poem with his grandson, Charlie. Cool kid.|
|Frank and I. Student and teacher.
Mentor and mentee. Writer and writer.
Friend and friend.